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Many of our regular customers at work only work during certain seasons. They are sent in from all over the country and one of the customers is from Arizona. Today was his last day, but he always flirts with all of the employees (except for me) and gets constantly rejected; mostly because everyone is in a relationship. So today I decided that I wasn’t going to hold anything back. When a coworker asked me in front of him if I thought he was attractive or not, I replied “Yes. He has a rugged manly look to him. But to be honest, I don’t think he could handle me.” Which apparently caught everyone by surprise and so the customer asked what I meant and I explained.

Back where I’m from I have a well known reputation of being very open and experimental in the bedroom. This is something that I’ve never tried to hide and I don’t really see a problem with it. I noticed that his expression changed and it was very obvious that his view of me changed and it was just extremely obvious to me that he was checking me out and that ideas were going through his head. So he said that he was pretty damn sure he could handle me. I laughed and told him that mothers always tell their sons to watch out for the quiet ones for a reason and then he told me that he was leaving tonight or tomorrow morning and that he’d love to prove me wrong…that was when a different coworker interrupted and said loudly “She’s in a relationship!” Then he left.

Now I was definitely not going to cheat, but I’m in a relationship, I’m not dead. So for the rest of the day everyone at work was breathing down my neck about how surprised they were that I was not only putting it out there, but that I even said anything in the first place. They all saw first hand that apparently I was very wild and dirty minded, but the thing is; I didn’t even show one percent of what I could have done. I decided to keep it extremely tame to what I could have done and said because I knew I was at work and that my coworkers were around me.

I guess it is true that I am full of surprises, but I’m only full of surprises because people judge. They assume that because I do not dress provocatively at work, layer on my make-up, and do not shout to the heavens all of my dirty ideas and stories, that I MUST obviously be a prude, or at least very shy in that department.

So far, a few people have told me what their impressions are of me and all opinions add up to me being a quiet little church mouse. And whenever I do start to open up even a little bit, people are suddenly surprised that my personality isn’t what they thought. I can be shy, quiet and completely serious. But for the most part it is because I know that I can’t walk into an interview cursing like a sailor and speaking in ‘slang’ while I tell dirty jokes and make crude comments about people. Nor could I sit there telling morbid jokes and talk about the various ways to kill someone and get away with it (disposal of body and all) and then suddenly witch the conversation to an intellectual debate about various things; whether it be history, implications of various social normalities, multiple science theories, or anything else of that nature.

So, I’m going to end this blog because to be frank, I have forgotten where I was going with this. But the point being: People should just stop judging a book by its cover. Whether it be for the good or bad of the person, just stop acting surprised whenever the quiet person says something raunchy, or the person who looks like they are fresh out of prison start an intellectual conversation about renewable resources or social morality.

Work has assigned me a secret spying mission for my shift tomorrow. Apparently the guy who I work with at night shift has been taking money from the registers. I almost lost my job over it, but when I explained that it couldn’t be me and the managers reviewed the tapes, they found that the only person who was acting suspicious around the money was the other employee. So they gave me these options: Either I try to catch him taking money, or we all get fired since there is no absolute proof that he is the one taking the money(he works two nights a week, each Tuesdays is one employee and I’m with him on Fridays), or they do nothing a just wait for the person taking the money to slip up (which is not a route they want to take). So now I get to be a spy on my next shift.

To be honest, I hate being a snitch…but…I’m not the type of person to take the fall for someone else. I’m the type of person who will save herself, and if I’m going down with no way to stop it, then I’m taking everyone I can down with me. But, even if my job wasn’t at stake, I’d still spy on him because to be honest…he’s an asshole and doesn’t even try to cover it up or even attempt to get along with coworkers; even after I had played dumb in order for him to not be fired, but hey, who tries to be nice anymore? He has already caused a lot of trouble for me at work so far, so I kind of relish the opportunity of being able to take him down.

So tomorrow I get to have the fun of pretty much shadowing him nonchalantly or at least make sure that I’m inconspicuous about it. Right now I am wishing that I would have spent most of my childhood trying to be a ninja.

We were hit with a blizzard. I awoke at 7:00am on Friday and it started snowing immediately. At first it was just a few large snowflakes, but it soon became a large amount of various sized snowflakes. By noon work had called and said that they were going to close before my shift started, so thankfully I didn’t have to drive in the storm. By night fall there was about 10 inches of snow on the ground. When I awoke the next morning, we were snowed in. The front door wouldn’t open, so we had to jump out of the bathroom window and trudge through the snow to the front door and dig ourselves out. We then had to shovel the driveway, which is unpaved and about 20-30 feet long. The snow was about 3 feet high, I was almost lost in it, but thankfully my snow boots have a high wedge so the snow only went to my thigh. But we shoveled for about 2 hours and then our landlord came outside with a snow blower. The snow was too deep for the snow blower so he left in defeat. After a few more hours our landlord returned and slowly worked his way throughout the day with the snow blower; constantly having to take breaks. But at the end of the day the driveway was cleared.

We went out to get food and gas, but when we tried to enter out driveway, we found that we couldn’t drive all the way up the drive way, so the next day we spent four hours making sure that the drive way was clear enough for the car to drive on.

This morning I stepped outside and was tempted to wear my snow boots to work, but decided against it, and thankfully I made the right choice. It was boiling at work today.

Currently it is raining and although it is melting a lot of the snow, it will probably cause a large amount of ice to form, so we are exchanging one problem for another. At times like these, I miss the warm temperatures of California.

Today my coworkers declared me to be cold-hearted because when a coworker came in to pick up her check, she also brought her two kids. Both of them are under 18 months and everyone literally stopped everything they were doing and started cooing over the kids. I kept working and to be honest, the only baby I have ever seen that makes my heart melt was my niece. I don’t know why, but I don’t coo and find babies ‘SO adorable’. Maybe I am cold-hearted, maybe there’s just something missing from me…who knows. But I’m not really the type of person who melts over babies. I’m sure that I will whenever I have kids of my own, but I just don’t feel anything for kids or babies right now. So it was an awkward rest of the day because the coworker who brought the kids thought that I thought her kids were ugly or brats because I wasn’t with the rest of the staff completely ooing and awing over her kids. I had to awkwardly explain that it wasn’t her kids, it was just me and that someone still had to do their job since no one else was. I then received a nice lecture from everyone about how “cold-hearted” I am. But to be honest…I really did not care.

But on a lighter note I guess…I can’t wait for early March because I and my “hubby” are going to another celebration/party for PM. I love going to the parties, they are SO much fun!! But it was a bit awkward when everyone was talking about going to bars and various other parties this weekend and next month and all I really had on my agenda was that I was going to a party for PM, so I decided to keep quiet and just focus on work.

I had so much fun today, it is a bit difficult to believe that I was at work. There were lots of customers, so for most of the day I was constantly busy, which is what I like. Today I decided to take part in my coworkers’ fun and games and at the end of it all, we all learned something new. They learned that I do have a side that can be normal, but that I choose not to; not because I am (what they thought) a stuck up snob, or extremely shy, but because I don’t see a point in telling everyone about my sex life, what I think about the new pair of shoes that another coworker is wearing or how much I enjoy certain things. So it was nice to be allowed a little bit of normality and social acceptance.

But sadly it quickly disappeared when a coworker popped a bag and the sound that it made sounded like a gun being shot. Another coworker laughed and said that it gave her a heart attack and I faked as though I was shot. He laughed and said that I was morbid had a sick sense of humor. I told him that morbid and a sick sense of humor would be repeating the sound in a veteran’s home. They laughed a bit and said that it was a bit sick, but not really morbid. Then I suggested that if they wanted morbid then they should dress up as Death, go to an old folks home and stand in windows pointing at the elderly people inside. The laughs stopped and awkwardness ensued.

This is probably just a bit of a rant, but my god! I cannot stand my boss’s daughter. I don’t hate her or want her to jump off a bridge or anything, it’s just that she is a spoiled naive brat who doesn’t have a mental filter, or an off switch for her mouth. I have dealt with her constantly complaining about how her parents are no longer supporting her completely and tell everyone about how terrible they are for making her pay back the money she owes them. Here’s the thing, her parents have given her SO much. Every time I hear her complain I just want to shake her and find a way to get it through her thick head that she’s lucky and that she’s throwing away an amazing opportunity.

She is about 3 years younger than me and her parents gave her a credit card and paid for a new car for her; not a used one, but an actual brand new car. And her parents invested $18,000 into her college education, and they pay for literally everything, the only reason why she has her job is because her mom (the boss) wanted her to have some responsibility and also because her parents refused to pay for her hair and nails to be done each week. So her mom only made her work 4 hours a day twice a week. Within the first month she maxed out her credit card but didn’t tell them, then when the car started to have problems, instead of taking it to a shop or telling anyone about it, she waited until the repairs needed were major and her parents told her to use the credit card, then she explained that she had maxed out the credit card within the first month of having it. And now she has decided that she doesn’t want to go to college but instead wants to be a hair dresser, and her parents found out that they have not only been supporting their daughter, but also her unemployed boyfriend who refuses to find work or go to school, or do anything that doesn’t allow him to sit at home all day and do nothing and then go out partying all night. So my coworker now complains literally every day about how unfair and horrible her life is since her parents have started making her actually somewhat support herself and start working more than 8 hours a week.

I try to tune it out at work, but having to listen to it for literally an entire shift just about drives me crazy! I want so badly to get face to face with her and tell her everything about my past and how she should be thankful that she has been able to leech off of her parents for this long and still be allowed to do whatever she wants. She doesn’t even know how to pay a bill or even budget her money. It truly boggles my mind because these are things that I knew how to do when I was 10 years old.

But whatever I guess, it’s her life and problems, not mine. I guess I’ll just have to continue doing my job and trying my hardest to tune her out.

This weekend I get to not only go over to one of my “hubby’s” friend’s house, who is a practitioner of PM. I love going over to his house. I guess it sounds a bit childish for me to say that it’s fun, but I’m thoroughly entertained every time we go over. Saturday or Sunday I also get to see what a local ghost hunting group has from their last trip. They usually bring a lot of stuff that can be dismissed, but I still get excited, because you never know when something might be inexplicable Last time they brought their findings I will admit, it was a bit disappointing because most of what they had was personal feelings and one bit of evidence. They thought it was the sound of an apparition, but it was actually the sound of a car passing. They said that they have a lot of good evidence this time, so I can’t wait to see and hear it. First I have to make it through tomorrow, which unfortunately I am starting to thoroughly dislike my night shift coworker. It started with him asking me about another coworker who had a child and then became pregnant with her second child less than 2 months later. I told him that I did not know her well enough to have an opinion about it, but if she is happy then good for her, if she isn’t then I wish her the best of luck. Apparently he was her fiance and told her as well as everyone else that I said “I don’t know why she’d want to have two kids back to back, that’s horrible.” So I had a fun talk with my boss about it in her office.

Last week he asked me if I had another source of income besides the job we were working, I said yes, he asked what it was, I told him but tried to leave out that it was with tarot cards, and he replied with over an hour response of how I was nothing but a scam artist. I felt very compeled to tell him that he is on the brink of being fired, but I decided not to. Then today at work our boss asked me to please make sure that he is wearing his uniform properly, because they have not only had complaints about it, but also about his attitiude, and how he rarely shows up to work. So tomorrow night will be an adventure I guess, but at least my weekend will make up for any frustration or any type of disgruntalness I might feel.Here’s to hoping 😀